A/N: So Elena has always been a favorite of mine. So has the pairing of Relena. I think their perfect for each other, exact opposites…it works! Any who, I've decided to write a fic on Elena, how she became of a Turk, and how she handles the events of Final Fantasy VII. Meanwhile, she has Reno to deal with!

It's told in her POV.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 1: Jobless

Okay. Don't panic. Don't freak out. It's not a big deal right? Surely they thought of the wrong Elena. It's a common name after all…isn't it? This is just my luck. Even the 4.0 graduating GPA at ShinRa Military Academy didn't help. I even used Gun as a reference! My immaculate sister! Everything was in place, they said they'd call back…I just didn't know it'd be to...

"Um, Elena? Why do you have that look, you know the one where your eyes are about to bulge out of your head?" Krystal, my apartment roommate asked while browsing through her copy of the Midgar Times and devouring a bowl of cereal. I knew exactly what she was talking about; I have this tendency to go wide-eyed when something goes wrong. No, it's not very attractive, I'm aware.

"They called back." I answered her, my voice stammering all the while. Then here comes that lump in your throat that just makes your coffee a little harder to swallow.

"Who called back, the bank with your statements, maybe? I told you not to buy those black boots last week. They cost more than your share of the rent, am I right?" Oh great, she had to bring those up too. I had forgotten all about those.

"No, no. I'm talking about the M-24 corporation, the company that sends their employees on policing missions across Gaia. They called back. Apparently their all filled, so that means no jobs for me, none. I'm a college graduate…with no fucking job." I say, my voice slowing down as the sentence came to a closing.

I didn't understand it. I graduated top of my class, had no life until that graduation. Hell, I even stayed on top of my game by calling in advance…two years in advance. I tried to be the intern that stood out and got hired. Nope, that doesn't work after all. Now, what was I going to do? All that hard work and nothing to show for it! What would Dad…no…Gun, my sister, who worked for ShinRa , say? I, Elena Pierce, am jobless…

The rent! Oh shit, what would I do about that? Oh, and those stupid boots that Krystal felt the need to remind me of…Wait. ShinRa!

"ShinRa!"

"What about them?"

"I could work for ShinRa" I say, probably a little too loud than it should've been. Krystal just looked down at her half eaten cereal, and back up with her lip between her teeth. She was about to laugh, I could spot that look anywhere. Why was it funny?

"What!? I really could, my sister did!" I demanded, placing my hands on my hips in a rather pouty manner.

"Elena…that place, it's very…prestigious. Surely you could find a smaller corporation to suit your needs better. I mean…its ShinRa! Also, your sister worked for them years ago. Meaning, their staff needs have changed tremendously. Have you looked at the paper lately?" she replied, in that same matter of fact tone that I hated. I rolled my eyes and snatched the paper from her outreached hand. Skimming through, I couldn't see what she was talking about…until I saw the article.

"Due to ShinRa's complications with upcoming resistance, the company is holding off any major hiring, as well as salary raise for the company." I read aloud, letting the sad words sink into my already emotional brain.

"Damn, no raise? That's gotta suck." Krystal added, stuffing a spoonful of cereal into her mouth before checking her watch. My eyebrow raised as her face mimicked the same expression that mine had earlier; bulging eyes and a quickened heart race.

"Dammit, I'm late! Elena, I gotta run, watch the place while I'm gone, okay?" she yelled, rushing all across our apartment to grab her things for work. She at least had a job…well, it was for a small Accounting firm. I should've gone to business school. I wouldn't be highlighting the classifieds and moaning over denied phone calls.

"Krystal…what am I going to do!?" I whine, just as she jerks the door open.

"Go out and send applications, Elena! I'll see you when I get home!" she yelled cheerfully before the slamming of the door brought me back to reality.

Slumping, I pulled myself slowly from our dining table, being sure to make a stop by the sink to drop off the dirty dishes from mine and Krystal's breakfast. She's right; I might as well go job hunting. What else could I do with my time? Walking into my room, I took a quick look at myself in the mirror. Shoulder length, messy, blonde hair, puffy brown eyes from crying and pouted lips. Really cute, Elena. That'll get you a career in military affairs in no time!

I groaned as I peeled off my flannel pajamas from the night before and walked into my bathroom, turning on the shower and grabbing my toiletries from the cabinet near the shower. Once the water turned warm, I slipped into the shower, closing the curtain and let the warm water splash down my body to wake me up…as if hearing that my application had been denied wasn't enough of a wake-up call.

Why did I ever choose military affairs anyway? Why did I go to SMA for that degree? I was a complete idiot for thinking I could ever get something from it. Was it my sister, maybe? I was always wanting to be like her…or maybe that was my father's idea. Now that I look back on it, it was his idea. Thanks Dad. You're exactly who I blame for this. I should call him right now and demand for him to find me a job, since it's his fault after all.

I snatched the soap from its holder and cleansed my body before rinsing and washing my hair. ShinRa claims they aren't hiring…but what if it's just a set up? You know, to make people think they aren't hiring when they are? Companies do that…I think. Also, I could use Gun as a reference, again! She was a Turk, after all. They were the more clandestine of the company employees. I remember being so jealous where I saw her in that fine pressed suit. I wanted to be a Turk, just like her. The problem is…you just don't ask to be a Turk, they come to you.

I quickly finished up my shower, dried myself off and picked out a fresh, crisp, black pencil skirt and silky red button-up blouse to wear while job hunting. Once dressed I slipped into my black boots (yes, the once Krystal harped out ) and brushed my hair until it wasn't sticking out in the air anymore. I applied make-up, grabbed my briefcase full of resumes, a copy of the Midgar Times and my wallet and dashed out of the door, locking it behind me as I braved the city of Midgar in the morning.

Midgar is a very particular place in Gaia. It's confusing, unless you know your way around. I've lived in Sector 8, all my life, but there are many parts to it. It's made up of the upper plate, where the business executives, high-end housewives and snobbish children live. Then you have the slums, below the upper plate, only available by train. It's downright nasty, dirty, sketchy and disgusting down there. I don't ever go down there.

It's hard to really drive your car in the city, unless you want to be an hour late to your destination every time, so I just walk or take the rail system. It's easier and somewhat cheaper than the car route. I step in the railway, pushing passed other business men on their way to work, avoiding coffee from spilling on to my shirt because they carelessly let it slosh around.

It took a good ten minutes to get to the ShinRa building, which, I must say, is bigger than I expected it to be. I mean, I've been there before but, holy shit it was remarkable! I stood in awe for a good two minutes before laughing off the strange stares I received from my action and walking into the building itself.

The floors were a pale, polished marble, chandeliers hung from the high ceilings and the two elevators were becoming crammed by the second with workers who were already late ( they must've driven their high end cars to work ). Tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear, I briskly approached the reception desk and rang the bell.

"Can I help you?" a rather snarky, blonde woman asked, her eyes rolling towards the bells 'ding'. I swallowed before answering.

"Er, yes, I'm Elena Pierce. I'm a recent graduate from ShinRa Military Academy. I was wondering if you could tell me if the company was hiring for any position at this time?" I asked, in a much squeakier voice than I wanted to while I handed her my resume'.

The woman took the form and looked down at the paper tucked under my arm as she raised an eyebrow. Oh great, she knows I read the Midgar Times this morning. On the front page was the story about ShinRa. Dammit, I should've brought Financial Midgar, or Better Sectors and Slums or something.

"Did you read the paper, miss?" the woman asked, pointing a well manicured finger at the paper. I wanted to say 'Well no shit, but don't think you can fool me with your job tactics!' but no…I made the situation much worse.

"Well, no I just bought it and I…well…is there something I should know?" I asked, wanting to slap my hand to my face and just walk out. I made myself sound like a complete airhead! The woman just smirked and picked up the phone. Oh no…she was going to call someone and they would come down here and call me out in front of the whole company!

"Could you hold one moment?" she continued, turning in her swivel chair to block the conversation between her and whoever she was talking to. Being the nosy blonde I was, I leaned in a bit to listen, catching nothing but her reading my resume off in my attempt. I quickly moved back to a standing position as she swirled back around with that same damn smirk on her face.

"Someone's coming down to speak with you in a few moments." She stated, turning her attention to her co-worker as they gossiped about something. Not that I cared. My main focus was…what the hell was going to happen? I was going to be the laughing stock of the company. My sister would kill me…no, torture me, than kill me…I shouldn't have come here. Maybe I should walk out. Never again will I listen to my own idea's…they never seem to-

"Ms. Pierce." Someone called with a deep voice from the direction of the elevator. I turned slowly, swallowing loudly as I met the dark eyes of a man in a crisp suit, his long hair contrasting with the blue of the uniform. He was holding the elevator for me as he beckoned me over to him. My body started moving without my consent as I clutched my briefcase and walked over to the crystal glass elevator, stepping in timidly. This was it. He was going to put me to shame.

"I am told you're looking for a job." He stated as the elevator roared to life and lifted towards the desired floor, my heart beating faster at the sound of 'job'.

"Y-yes, sir." I said slowly, my throat becoming dry. Where are we going? I turned quickly to catch a glimpse of the city from above. I fought the urge to look for my apartment as I looked back at the man.

"You have exceptional skills, like your sister, no doubt." Wait. What did my sister have to do with this, she was a…oh. My brown eyes narrowed as I gave his suit a double take.

This guy was a Turk.

A/n: So I figured this would be a good place to end it, see how everyone likes it. If I should continue, let me know! Read and Review, criticism accepted!